When he passed the peacock who patrolled the town’s well, he said “Mama, I want to pet the bird!” But instead of feeling the tilt of the bird’s pleasure against his hand he felt his mother’s hand firmly push his own back to his side. “The bird is not yours,” she said. And the boy felt, for the very first time, alone.
Illustration for “Lost Cantos of the Ouroboros”. DAZ Studio, Carrara, Bryce, Hexagon and Photoshop.